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Swapping Sentences: Fit for Trial
(Hello, everybody! I hope you all like this story. It's one of a two part collaboration with the incredible @swap-meet. His part should be up within the coming day so, be on the look out. Without further to do here we go...)
I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know how it got to that point. But, I hated my life. I was trapped in a feeder - feedee relationship.
All I knew was that I never wanted that for my life. I missed being fit. Being able to do things I couldn't anymore. I missed going to work ... instead of sitting at home, watching tv and eating non stop. I misssd my old life. But over the course of the past 5 years, I've become just some kinky abomination for my boyfriend.
Mark was perfect at the start. He was very loving and always wanted to take me out to eat for our dates. It started with him encouraging me to eat little more. And once I moved in, he wanted me to stop going to the gym so, we could spend more time together. Before I knew it I had a starter gut.
That's when he said he had a feeder kink. But, I was so in love with him and how he treated me. I let him get me fat. As time went on, however; he becoming less loving. Eventually, he only saw me as a weird sex object. I became way fatter than I wanted. I told him I wanted to stop but he only became more aggressive. Telling me that one day he'll make me immobile. The worst part is I couldn't leave him. I was tied to him emotionally, socially, and financially.
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So, I did something crazy. I downloaded a new app called Mutual Swap. I knew nobody was gonna wanna be in my fat body, so I used an old picture of myself ... from before I started dating Mark. I felt bad about lying. But, it wasn't like I planned on making the swap permanent ... I just needed a break.
Then I met Jordan, through the app. His profile picture was incredibly hot. The way he drank in luxury. The way he leaned back, showing off his body. He had the life I wanted. And, I couldn't believe he wanted to swap bodies with me. But, to be fair, he was looking at an old picture of me. I didn't get my hopes up, though.
You see, Mutual Swaps has a safety feature that allows any of the people involved to end a swap earlier than the agreed upon time. So, I had tried swaping bodies before, through the app. But, as soon as someone saw they were in my real body, they swapped back, immediately. So with Jordan I thought, Fuck it. It's still worth a try. Even a second in some else's body was worth it.
I got comfortable and sat up in bed. And pushed the button, agreeing to the swap. I waited a few seconds. Then I saw that he also confirmed. My vision went black.
As, I woke up. I looked around and I was in a beautiful hotel. My new body was perfect. I couldn't wait to have some fun. A few minutes passed and I was surprised that Jordan hasn't forced us to swap back. I thought I got lucky, with an an understanding guy. Until, there was a big bang at the door. The door cracks open, as police swarm my room. At that moment, I realized why he didn't swap back. He didn't want to go to jail.
"Jordan Rogers you are under arrest." They proceeded to handcuff me. They read me my rights. But, I tried to explain the situation, to them. I begged them to search the phone. However, the asshole set a timer to digitally fry it. Everything was scrubbed off the phone, including the app and all our talks of setting up the body swap.
Jordan obviously pissed them off. They are treating me like I'm one of the worst people on earth. They keep telling me I'm going away for the rest of my life. Everytime I try to tell them the truth, about the body swap ... I get roughed up. They think I'm trying to build an insanity case. But, I just want my body back. I can't survive prison. I don't even know the crimes I'm paying for, but they can't be good. My trail is gonna start next month. So, I guess that is when I'll learn the crimes I'm being made to pay. Now, I'm just sitting in a jail cell wishing I never downloaded that app, in the first place.
